Working as a nurse for the last 22 years I’ve seen my fair share of spooky experiences that’s for sure. It used to freak me out when I first started, but nowadays on the wards but nowadays it has become so commonplace that I hardly even think about it.
My first experience was pretty freaky though, and I’ll admit that it frightened the heck out of me at the time.
Working night-shift I was on duty with one of the senior nurses, Marion, and we were in the nurses station. A crashing sound came from down the hall, like the clattering of metal on metal. I looked at Marion in shock, but she didn’t bat an eyelid. I took off up the hallway looking for the cause of the noise. I found utensils and three stainless steel bowls scattered on the floor, but no one in sight. I placed the items on the bench, a little perplexed, and made my way to the nurse’s station. Marion didn’t bother to ask, but I told her what I’d found. She just smiled at me in a strange way.
Not twenty minutes later, the clattering sound rang out again, and again Marion didn’t flinch but continued on with her knitting. I followed the noise and found the same utensils on the floor again. But no one was around. This time I placed the utensils in the sink so that there would be no way they could ‘slip’ off the bench again.
Imagine my shock when five or so minutes later I heard the clattering and clanging sound yet again. I just couldn’t believe it. Marion glanced at me and smiled. “You may as well get used to it’, she said wryly.
And she was right. I worked at that hospice for nearly six years and with just about every shift there was some kind of unusual/unnatural occurrence. I just came to expect it every day.
When I have some more time up my sleeve I’ll send along some more of my experiences over the years.
* Sent in by Elise Perch
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